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soundsofcicadas · 1 year ago

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Swan Song, part one

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 2697

Warnings: None

Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. As you become entangled in his personal life, your old feelings of love for him begin resurfacing and the concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you.

It was a dreary, rain-soaked afternoon and you found yourself carrying a couple of grocery bags, each lightly dampened by the persistent drizzle. The rain had already drenched your umbrella, rendering it almost useless. You let out a sigh and quickened your pace, hoping to reach your apartment before the rain grew heavier. Upon crossing the street, you noticed an old record store nestled between a quaint cafe and a cozy bookstore. You glanced up and saw its faded sign bore the name “Good Oldies,” and a sudden sense of nostalgia washed over you.

“Should I?” You asked yourself with some hesitation. You looked at the groceries in your hands for a moment before a faint smile appeared on your face. Despite them weighing you down, curiosity got the better of you.

You pushed open the creaky door of the record store. A soft bell tinkled above as you stepped in, greeted by the familiar scent of old vinyl and the gentle hum of music playing on a vintage turntable. Rows upon rows of vinyl records filled the store, their covers adorned with vibrant artwork and the promise of forgotten melodies. You set your grocery bags down and began flipping through the albums, each one a portal to a different era. Lost in the world of music, you finally settled on a Billie Holiday record, its cover portraying the singer’s side view posing behind a purplish background. As you held the record in your hands, your eyes caught a tall figure browsing by the “Rock” section in the next aisle. Aside from the cashier patiently waiting at the counter, only the two of you were the customers inside. You couldn’t help but stare at the mysterious man in front of you. He was wearing jeans, paired with a matching brown corduroy blazer and a baseball cap. You could see him picking up a Bob Dylan record and once he turned around, you glanced up to see his face clearly.

You froze, your eyes fluttered rapidly.

Even if you could only see half of his face, you surely recognized him. A jumble of emotions rushed through you—surprise, longing? A twinge of anxiety.

Is it really him? No, it’s definitely him! Should I approach him? What if he doesn’t recognize me?

Without further thought, you took a deep breath and cleared your throat. He was about to walk towards the counter when your voice broke through the soft veil background music in the sparsely populated store.

“Junhoe?” You called.

Junhoe halted and took a glimpse at you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Your heart sank, but you pressed on moving closely to him. “It’s me, y/n. We used to live next door to each other when we were kids.”

Junhoe turned to face you completely.

Familiarity dawned on him as he began examining the stranger before him—from the contours of your face to the soft curve of your cheeks. Your long ebony hair, still dampened from the rain. Your eyes were bright, widened in astonishment. You were wearing a long white sundress covered in an oversized baby pink coat, a Lady Satin album in your hands.

“Y/n?” He mumbled.

You were his childhood best friend, until he dropped out in middle school and left for the city to pursue his dreams. You were the one he promised to call and write but never did. When did he forget about you? He couldn’t even remember. Junhoe sifted through his forgotten memories of you and for some unknown reason, found comfort in recalling how you used to exude a carefree spirit when you were both young. You were one of the boys in the neighborhood and never changed your circle of friends, even when you all started attending school up to your adolescence. He fondly remembered how, during your escapades together, you would match your energy with him and the boys in the group effortlessly. Being the eldest among the six of them, you naturally assumed the role of an older sister. You became their protector against mean kids if any of them were bullied.

Junhoe’s gaze lingered on the subtle changes in your style, the way your clothing reflects your femininity. Your posture now carried a touch of maturity, but your features still looked youthful, untouched by the passage of time. Gone was the y/n who hunted for frogs and insects with him in her tees and chucks.

Junhoe noticed how he had almost gotten lost in his thoughts upon hearing you answer him excitedly with a “Yes, it’s me! I can’t believe it’s you.”

“I can’t believe it’s you too.” He responded to you with a warm smile.

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“You didn’t have to pay for it, you know.” You said shyly to Junhoe, pertaining to the album he bought for you from the record store. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you and Junhoe sat across from each other in a secluded corner of the coffee shop. The clinking of cups and hushed conversations along with the playing jazz melody formed as gentle backdrop to your reunion.

“It’s not free! You're paying for my coffee.” Junhoe teased, earning a laugh from you.

“You bet it’s my treat today!” You nodded with a grin. There was a brief pause when you added, “Thank you Junhoe for coming here with me. I’m not taking too much of your time, am I?”

Junhoe shook his head. “Oh no y/n! I’m actually on vacation right now. I was here just a few days ago.”

So this is why he’s back. You mused.

Taking a sip from the hot caramel macchiato you ordered, you had a chance to observe Junhoe over the brim of your cup—the white undershirt suited his ensemble that day. You knew the baseball cap perched casually on his head was not just a simple accessory. It created a shield of privacy around him from the curious gazes of onlookers given the fact that Junhoe was still a celebrity. You didn’t mind ordering for him. You knew he wanted to pick a spot away from the prying eyes of customers, hence to where the both of you are now nestled. It offered a discreet setting to catch up after all those lost time. Junhoe peeked through the misty glass of the cafe’s window, where the rain seemed to have turned into light pattering before he glimpsed back at you.

“It’s been so long, y/n. I can’t believe we’re sitting here after all these years.”

You beamed at him and set your coffee down on the tabletop, “I know, right? Life has taken us on such different paths.”

Junhoe’s expression shifted, a hint of remorse tugging at his sharp features. “Y/n, I feel terrible for not keeping in touch, especially considering how close we were.”

Your gaze softened, but your smile was unwavering. “It’s okay, Junhoe. You were chasing your passion, and you built a new life for yourself outside this town. Not all of us were headed in the same direction anyway. It genuinely made me happy to see you thriving. I’ve always been proud of you, Junhoe.”

Your last statement piqued Junhoe's curiosity.

“Proud?” He repeated.

“How do I say this—” You tried to avoid looking at his face. Your sight dipping into the stain of your lipstick on the cup of your coffee as if seeking solace. You felt a pang of embarrassment tickling the edges of your consciousness, a quiet voice whispering the fear that your words might be misconstrued. You didn’t want him to think you were some sort of fervent, overzealous stalker. A faint blush tinted your cheeks. Your fingers fidgeted nervously with the fabric of your dress.

“I followed your journey as a singer Junhoe. Your rise to fame was like a whirlwind. Your voice was everywhere.” You divulged. “I even went to some of your concerts to be honest.”

Junhoe’s awe hung in the air from your confession, yet he held no judgement from it. He was grateful, flattered to say the least.

“I wish I had known that y/n. Thank you.” He said to you with care.

“But I’m definitely not a saesang or anything.” You reassured him with a nervous laugh. You didn’t dare to meet Junhoe’s eyes because sharing this information with him made you feel exposed, yet you continued, “You were the closest friend I ever had, and I guess I’ve always clung to the belief that your dreams would come true. Regardless of the passing years and not hearing anything from you, you still have a special place in my heart.”

Junhoe began to feel the weight of your words, a surge of sorrow and regret engulfed him. He reflected on how your connection with each other in the past was unbreakable. His inseparability with you was the envy of the other boys in your circle. You had always favored him, making your bond together a more special one. You stood by him, especially during his appearances in school talent shows and local town festivals. You consistently supported him to the point where you recorded his audition tapes sent to entertainment companies. Junhoe got accepted by YG Entertainment eventually, and your joy that day for him was immeasurable. You even brought the boys with you to accompany him on his first day of training to the company.

“I’m really sorry, y/n.” Junhoe stated, his face grim. “You know, during those years, I was so caught up with the hectic demand of my career. I lost contact with a lot of people, including you.” Junhoe was struggling to find the right words, knowing that they might come across as excuses for not reaching out for such a long time. Yet, they were the only words he could muster.

The fervent pursuit of Junhoe’s dream to become a singer resulted in his connections slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. The rigors of his training consumed his time and energy, leaving little room to see or talk to his circle of friends. Gradually, Junhoe started living at the company’s dormitory which made him more detached from them. Their relationship began to fray due to his lack of communication—the letters he’d forgotten to read, calls gone to voicemail and most importantly, the highlights of the lives of his friends he missed out on knowing and witnessing, causing both sides to finally dwindle into silence. As Junhoe marched toward his debut, the overwhelming preparation and anticipation completely absorbed him. The spotlight of the stage beckoned, and the weight of his ambition denied him the opportunity to look backwards. The vortex of his rise to fame kept him farther from his roots. Recording sessions, photo shoots, TV appearances and tours became the center of his everyday life. It cast him into a turbulence of events that seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The adoration of fans, the flashes of cameras and the cheers of crowds all consumed his focus. The memories of his friends back in his hometown became a blur, their faces fading like distant constellations in the night sky.

The realization of how you held onto your belief that he would achieve his aspirations, had affected Junhoe in some kind of way. Your persistence in tracking his path as a singer astounded him. He was profoundly moved how you cherished your friendship after such a long period of being apart.

However, at that exact moment, a haunting thought emerged within Junhoe, creeping into the recesses of his mind like an uninvited guest. In your presence, a world he had thought he’d left behind reignited, casting a shadow of pain over him. A bittersweet memory of a dream that had once been within his grasp, disappeared as swiftly as a fleeting breath.

You returned your attention back to Junhoe. It was not your intention to cause him any negative feelings.

“Please don’t feel bad, Junhoe.” You pleaded. “We were kids, and circumstances changed. I never held it against you.”

Junhoe had somehow found consolation in your words, although a subtle ache still persisted beneath the surface.

“Thank you, y/n. That means a lot to me.” He said sincerely.

“I know this may sound too much Junhoe, but I knew then you were destined to be a singer. You weren’t meant to be stuck in this town like me.” You declared. “That’s why it made me sad when you retired from music. You were at the peak of your career, but I truly get it and I still support you pursuing other things.”

Junhoe leaned back in his chair and looked at the momentarily forgotten coffee on the table, as if searching for the right answer. He was torn between vulnerability and a desire to protect the fragile facade he had built. He wrestled between overwhelming emotions, a torrent of memories he had forgotten now resurfacing. A cascade of what-ifs and maybes flooded his mind, reminding him of the dreams he had once harbored.

Junhoe offered a fleeting smile, a fragile acknowledgment that your words touched a chord within him. But he remained guarded, his response veiled by the walls he had erected to secure himself from the agonizing truth he had long concealed.

“You’re kind to say that.” Junhoe murmured softly, his gaze now meeting yours. His voice carried a weight of both resignation and yearning, a silent plea for understanding. It was a response that revealed the depth of his struggle, a battle between the echoes of his dreams and the reality he had come to accept.

“I’m into writing poetry now, y/n. I’ve published a few books and it’s been therapeutic for me.” Junhoe revealed. “I guess, I’m still part of the music industry. I occasionally produce music for my fellow artists.”

“That’s amazing Junhoe!” You responded, providing him with warm encouragement. “It’s incredible how you continue to explore and evolve as an artist. I wasn’t lucky to obtain a copy of your last book though, it got easily sold out!”

Junhoe appreciated your attempt to inject a lighthearted laugh into the conversation, as a means to thaw the seriousness of it. But talking about himself had begun to tire him out, prompting him to steer the discussion to you.

“Enough of me y/n, how have you been?” Junhoe asked. “Are you still friends with Hanbin and the other boys?”

“Me? Oh, I’m also a writer like you, but it’s for a local lifestyle magazine.” You shared; your voice laced with enthusiasm as you seamlessly followed along with his transition of topic. “And yes, I’m still friends with the boys. Hanbin now teaches elementary school kids. Would you believe that?”

“Wow! Really?” Junhoe’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yeah. Yun works as a master chef at a fancy hotel in Seoul. As for Jiwon, he has his own family already. Him and Dong both resided in the US after graduation, but they live in different states. Dong has his own dance studio somewhere in LA.”

A comfortable atmosphere began to envelop the two of you, and Junhoe felt his shoulders visibly relax as he listened to your stories about your childhood friends. It offered a refreshing change from his life in the spotlight. Engaging to hear every detail of their lives, he couldn’t help but recognize how much he missed them and how happy it made him that they were all doing so well through the years.

Until a specific event sparked in Junhoe’s mind, inspiring him to extend an invitation to you. He saw this as an opportunity to keep the rekindled connection you both shared, a bond he was determined not to let fade away as he had done in the past.

“Y/n, would you be interested in joining me for an art exhibit tomorrow night? Feel free to bring Hanbin and your other friends as well, if you like.” Junhoe asked you excitedly.

A glint appeared in your eyes upon hearing the kind gesture. “I would love to Junhoe! That’s wonderful because I like art a lot.”

“That’s great, y/n! I’ll text you the address.” Junhoe replied cheerfully, looking forward to seeing you again.

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noona-clock · 2 years ago

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The Flight Attendant - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,580

"What should I get?" you inquired, lowering your voice as much as humanly possible so only Yunhyeong could hear you. Even though you were a tourist and this was your first time here, you didn't exactly want it to be obvious. The restaurant was tiny enough that eavesdropping was inevitable, but you could at least try to keep your conversation contained to your charming table for two.

"I had the Quiche Lorraine last time, and it was fantastic," Yunhyeong replied, his eyes still surveying the menu. "But this is absolutely one of those places where there are no wrong choices."

You nodded silently, biting the inside of your cheek as your gaze flitted back and forth between the menu and your dinner date -- partner. Sorry. Dinner partner sitting across from you.

"And," Yunhyeong continued, his grin peeking through in his voice when he spoke. "We can actually order alcohol this time."

You knit your brows in confusion, letting your eyes settle on him for more than a half-second. "What do you mean?"

Yunhyeong's smile grew just a fraction wider before he gently set down his menu, crossed his arms over the marble top of the table, and leaned toward you. (To put into perspective just how small the table was, by the way -- his cologne was now invading your sense because he was so close to you.)

"Remember your first day on the job?" he began, murmuring like he was revealing some confidential information.

You nodded, resisting the urge to copy his movements and lean in yourself.

"We were on the flight together, you had your nose pressed to the taxi window all the way into the city, we had a meal together -- just like today. But a year ago, we couldn't order any Sake because you had another flight later that day. Today, we can," he told you earnestly, though he ended his sentence with a blink-and-you-missed-it wink.

"How do you remember all that?" you whispered, frankly a bit flabbergasted that his memory was so good.

Yunhyeong simply shrugged before lifting his hand casually to wave over a server.

"Une bouteille de vin, s'il vous plait. Chateau Cos d'Estournel," he requested once the server arrived, the language flowing beautifully from his lips.

"Oui, Monsieur," the server muttered with a nod before turning on their heel and dashing elegantly toward the back of the restaurant.

You honestly weren't quite sure what to make of all this. First, Yunhyeong had arranged for you to fly to Paris as a friend-aversary gift. Second, he had told you that you look fantastic. Third, he had remembered virtually every detail of the first day the two of you had met. Fourth, he had just ordered a bottle of wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.

"What kind of wine did you order?" you asked after clearing away the anxiety stuck in your throat.

Yunhyeong shot you a smirk, one so pleased and adorable that the anxiety you'd just cleared away came back with a vengeance. "Only the best," he replied.

Correction: he had just ordered a bottle of the best wine in nearly perfect French. In an incredibly romantic restaurant. In Paris.

The server returned, bottle and glasses in hand, only a couple of minutes later, deftly setting the wine glasses down in front of each of you and pouring the dark red liquid expertly.

"Merci," Yunhyeong murmured as the server left the bottle on the bottle on the table. "Encore quelques minutes avant de commander, s'il vous plait."

Again, the server nodded, turned on their heel, and dashed away.

Before you got the chance to ask what he'd said, Yunhyeong reached for his glass, lifting it gently by the stem and locking eyes with you. "To a full year of working together and, more importantly, being friends. And to, hopefully, many more to come. Many, many more," he toasted with that sparkle in his eye you knew so well.

"Many more," you managed to say, clinking your glass with his before surreptitiously taking a rather large gulp. After setting your glass down carefully, you pushed your chair back from the table. "I will -- oh, god, that wine is delicious. I just need to powder my nose, I'll be right back. If the server returns while I'm gone, I would like the boeuf bourguignon."

"Mm, yes, of course, go ahead," Yunhyeong replied quickly, his eyes on you as you swerved around the table to get to the restroom.

The second you ducked into the minuscule cubicle labeled Toilettes, you closed and locked the door behind you and slid your phone out of your pocket.

You had no time to think about time zones, and the person you were calling kept a very irregular schedule anyway; he could be awake at any hour of the day.

After three and a half rings, your heart racing the whole time, the line clicked, and you heard a somewhat sleepy "Yo," in your ear.

"Jae," you whispered. "I need to talk to you."

"...Where are you, and why are you whispering?"

"It doesn't matter. I mean, where I am does matter. I'm in Paris, and --"

"Dude, in Paris?! Since when?!"

"Since today, and that's part of it."

"Part of what?"

"Just let me explain!"

"Okay, okay, I'm listening."

You took a deep breath, hoping to calm your nerves so you could tell him everything without skipping any important detail. "You know my co-worker, Yunhyeong, right?"

"The dude you had a crush on for --"

"We're friends, okay," you interrupted. "But, yes. That one. Well, he surprised me by changing my schedule behind my back so we could fly to Paris and stay here for a few days. Because it's our friend-aversary -- he said that, not me. He literally used the word 'friend-aversary.' And he's taken me to this little restaurant by our hotel, and it's super romantic and charming, and he told me I look fantastic, and he mentioned something about him being incredibly less attractive than me, and he ordered their best bottle of wine, and he made this toast that was like 'to one year of friendship and many more to come. Many, many more.' And I just -- I don't know what to think."

Jae was quiet for quite a while, and you knew that meant he was thinking.

"I mean..." he began after almost half a minute. "I think you do know what to think, Y/N."

"...I do?"

"Mhm."

You knew what you wanted to think. You wanted to think that Yunhyeong was actually being more than friendly. You wanted to think he was flirting with you.

"But he's a naturally friendly kind of guy," you explained. "He's super charming and outgoing, and everyone likes him. That kind of guy."

"Have you ever witnessed him flirting with someone?" Jae asked patiently.

"...I don't think so."

"Has he ever talked to you about anyone that he's romantically interested in?"

"...No."

"And when I have been romantically interested in someone, have I talked to you about it?"

"...Yes. But that's different --"

"It's not different. I talk to you about that kind of stuff because I don't feel that way about you. No offense."

"None taken," you answered without missing a beat.

"But," Jae continued. "If I did feel that way about you, there's no way I would tell you about other people I'm interested in. Probably because I wouldn't be interested in other people, just you. This is purely hypothetical, by the way."

"Yeah, I know," you huffed, doing nothing to hide your annoyance. That's just the kind of relationship you had with Jae -- the two of you could be completely honest with each other. No holds barred, no hard feelings. "So... you're saying the reason he doesn't talk to me about that is because... he likes me?"

"I mean, it's not a foolproof theory, but I would say it's highly likely."

You stood there, blinking for a few seconds without replying. And then, "...So, what do I do?"

"I dunno, man."

"What do you mean you don't know?!"

"What do you want to do?!"

"I don't know!"

"Do you like him?"

"I've spent the past several months pretending I don't, but yes. I do."

"Then just tell him. Or ask him. Bring it up."

"But what if --"

"'What ifs' will ruin your life, Y/N," Jae scolded. "You either need to tell him, or you need to let it go. And if you don't decide tonight, you're going to let it distract you from having an amazing time in Paris."

You almost wanted to curse him for knowing you so well.

"What does your gut tell you?" he asked.

It seemed cheesy, but in order to answer his question, you closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. And you listened.

Yunhyeong was a friendly person, there was no doubt about that. He greeted everyone with a smile. He was helpful to everyone. He was, quite literally, the perfect Flight Attendant. But... there was something about that sparkle. The sparkle in his eye you knew so well -- remember that? You had always thought it was just his adorably mischievous side coming out, but... what if you were wrong.

What if that sparkle was just for you? And what if you knew it so well because he'd liked you this whole time?

The more you thought about it, the more you knew Jae was right.

You wouldn't come out and tell him that, of course, but he was right.

"My gut tells me that I need to tell him," you finally said, your voice soft but sure.

"Then go for it, my dude," Jae replied with an obvious smile.

His smile was contagious, and the corners of your lips curved up. "I will. Thank you."

"It's what I'm here for. And also poke bowl cravings. I'm here for that, too."

"Of course," you chuckled. "All right, I'm going to go back out there. Wish me luck."

"You don't need it," Jae assured you before he hung up.

After sliding your phone back into your pocket, you smoothed down the front of your trousers, tugged at the shoulders of your shirt, let out a quick exhale... and opened the door.

"I'm so sorry about that," you said, chuckling breathlessly as you took your seat at the table once again.

"No, not at all," Yunhyeong grinned. "I just ordered a couple of minutes ago, so you didn't miss anything. Except my expert French."

"I am only letting you order when we go to eat somewhere, by the way." You returned his smile, picking up your wine glass and taking a sip -- not a gulp this time.

"Well, who am I to say 'no' to you?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you took that as your queue to actually go through with what you'd talked about on the phone with Jae.

"Can I..." you began, trying to maintain eye contact with him but finding yourself glancing at your wine glass. "Ask you something?"

Yunhyeong's brow furrowed gently, and he tilted his head the tiniest bit. "Of course."

"Is... this... a date?"

Four words had never been so nerve-wracking to say.

"Well, yes, of course, it is," he replied without hesitation. "It's our --"

"Friend-aversary," you finished for him. "But I mean... not a friend date. Like... a real date?"

Okay, those were the most nerve-wracking words you'd ever said.

Yunhyeong's expression immediately softened, but you couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He no longer looked curious or confused, and you kind of felt like he should be?

Unless... he wasn't confused about the answer or curious why you'd asked.

"I..."

It seemed like an eternity before he continued on, though in reality, it was but a few moments.

"...Would like it to be. If you feel the same."

And Jae was right again.

You shifted in your seat, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into a grin. "I do, actually."

"Really?" Yunhyeong sighed. He reached one hand out, covering your fingers with his and gripping them.

When you nodded in response, Yunhyeong let out another sigh, hanging his head briefly before lifting it up to lock his gaze on you. "I've been wanting to go on a date with you for a long time," he admitted, though he certainly didn't sound shy about it.

"A long time?!" you laughed incredulously. "I've liked you for a long time!"

Yunhyeong quirked a brow at you. "...How long is long?"

"As long as possible. Since the first day. Remember how I kissed you on the cheek? I thought that was a pretty big giveaway that I was interested, but you didn't do anything about it, so I just thought we were going to be friends."

As soon as you'd said 'the first day,' Yunhyeong's jaw had dropped. And somehow, he even managed to make that look attractive.

"The first -- But I thought you were just thanking me!"

"...With a kiss on the cheek?" you chuckled.

"Well, yeah! Obviously! I didn't know it meant anything other than that!"

You lifted your other hand and placed it atop his, sandwiching his hand between your own. "For someone who always knows exactly how I'm feeling, how did you not pick up on that?" you asked, only slightly teasing.

Yunhyeong let out a huff and rolled his eyes at himself. "Let me tell you, I have never been able to pick up on cues like that. Not once in my life have I ever known when someone was flirting with me."

So, all this time... if you had just expressed your interest to his face...

Jae's words on the phone not ten minutes ago echoed in your head: What ifs will ruin your life, Y/N.

"Well," you said," picking up his hand and placing a soft, lingering kiss on his knuckles. "Just so you know, this is me flirting with you."

Yunhyeong threw his head back laughing, and you didn't care that all of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look. You simply beamed over at him, stretching your legs out to tangle your ankles with his under the table.

Once the echo of his laughter faded away, he squeezed your hand and gazed at you with the most heart-wrenching smile. "I won't lie, I was wondering if you were going to figure it out."

"Figure what out?"

"Paris, the restaurant, the wine, the toast... I didn't think I was being subtle."

"No, you weren't," you chuckled. "Which is why I had to go to the toilettes and call Jae to ask his advice."

"That's what you were doing?!"

You nodded, your chuckle gently evolving into a laugh.

"Well," he said, his thumb skimming over the back of your hand. "Remind me to thank him when we get home."

You nodded once more, but his words -- as dumb as it sounds -- reminded you that you were, indeed, not at home. You were in Paris.

With Yunhyeong.

You were in the City of Love with someone you -- well, you didn't love him in that way right now, but you could certainly see yourself getting there one day.

Maybe even one day soon.

...This was going to be the best layover ever.

Author's Note: if you're reading this, thank you so much! I know it's been a long, long, long time since I've posted any new fics, so I'm so grateful for anyone who has stuck with me. I can't promise I'll be posting on a more regular basis, but I can promise that I will try! 💜

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multiphandomunnies · 10 months ago

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ikon

reactions

harry potter headcannons

s.o sends an inappropriate photo

imagines

jinhwan

look

air

yunhyeong

bobby

you’ve changed

i missed you too

b.i

bf! b.i

why did you leave so soon?

awkward

and you are?

june

coffee shop confession

chan

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mileyjassie · 8 months ago

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✧:･ﾟ.✧ *:. E N G L I S H M A S T E R L I S T :･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

(f) fluff | (a) angst | (sg) suggestive | (s) smut

ATEEZ

➪ Hongjoong

> "Cafuné" (f)

> "MyOhMy!" (s)

BTS

➪ Taehyung

> "𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗" (𝚏)/(𝚊)

> "𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐" (𝚏)/(𝚊)

> 1'𝙼 𝙹𝚄57 4 𝙶4𝙼3

> "𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎" (𝚏)

SEVENTEEN

➪ Hoshi

> "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜" (𝚏)

> "𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁" (𝚏)

> ασφαλής"safe" (𝚏)

SEUNGYOUN (WOODZ)

> "𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗' 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍" (𝚊)

> "𝙼𝚟𝚗𝚐.𝙾𝚗!" (𝚊) / (𝚏)

> "(𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢) 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎!" (𝚊)

IKON

➪ Bobby

> "𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜" (𝚏)/(𝚊)

> "𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏" (𝚏)

NCT

➪ Taeyong

> "Paint me." (f)/(sg)

VAV

➪ Ayno

> "𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚎?" (𝚏)/(𝚜𝚐)

VICTON

➪ Sejun

> "𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜?" (𝚊) / (𝚏)

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kcake555 · 4 months ago

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B.I cake 🍰

(My ult 😍)

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kgyeomiex · 2 years ago

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Diamond & Regrets

“Sometimes people leave before we’re done needing them.”

Humiliation is what you’ve experience… You had two options either fight through it or let it go and start over. You did what you thought was best and decided to start over… You were tired of looking like the bad guy because of the decisions you make. For once everything was working in your favor until the past comes back and bit you in the ass. Is there anyway you can ever move on or is there a reason behind this?

*Trying something new and adding gifs throughout the story*

Previous story: Just For A Little Bit (M) Part 1

Previous Chapter: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Part 5

MASTERLIST

Your Point of View

To be honest you weren't sure whether telling Jiyong that you spent time with Mino today was important... You two don't hold secrets, but you were afraid that if you were to briefly mention this minor detail it will blow out of proportion.

You looked at him and debated with yourself...

Maybe it's best if you do mention it regardless if it's a big deal or not. It's better if he hears it come out of your mouth than someone else.

"What did you do today?" You asked as Jiyong continued to drive looking directly at the road.

"I have been running back and forth with meetings, I was getting ready to run out of there." Jiyong has been telling you about his intention of possibly coming out with a new solo album but he's still in the process of putting everything together before doing so.

"Have you started to work on any new songs," you ask him. He glanced over at you and smiled.

"Of course, I have 2 new songs written already,"

"When will I be able to hear them," you ask, and he just smiles.

"Soon... Maybe."

you glanced over and noticed the small notebook he keeps for his song lyrics sitting there in front of you. Even though you were beyond curious to see what he's been working on, you were going to wait until he showed you the final product.

"How about you? How was your day? Tell me all about it," there was no way you couldn't mention Mino as part of your day... After all, you did spend time with him.

The last thing you wanted was for him to find out about this information from anyone else.

"Well, I was taking advantage today and used my time to shop. However, I couldn't get much shopping done because before I knew it, I suddenly bumped into Jihoon and Mino, and they asked if I wanted to go out and eat with them. I couldn't be rude, so I went out to eat with them, we went to the bar for a little but now here I am," you said as you stretched over to hold his hand.

He glanced over at you and nodded his head.

"Well, I'm glad that there isn't going to be any awkward tension if I take you to more parties," Jiyong says and you just nod your head.

To be honest this wasn't the reaction you were expecting to come out of Jiyong. For some odd reason, you were kind of hoping he would have been bothered at least a little by the idea of Mino and you hanging out...

The only reason you wished he would have shown a little more of a reaction is because you wanted that reassurance that he likes you... But you know what, maybe it's better he doesn't show that he's bothered. He must trust you and that's all that matters.

"Well, you already know my views on parties," you reminded Jiyong and he smiled.

"I'll change your mind eventually,"

"We will see about that," you said smiling and he smiled in return.

Maybe Jiyong being unbothered about the situation is for the best? Did you want a jealous boyfriend again? Look what happened between Mino and you...

After comforting yourself you suddenly felt relieved that this relationship was different.

After being out the whole day, you were finally back at home. As you walked over to your bedroom, you dropped off your keys on your nightstand. As you were about to remove your coat, you stopped and looked over at the collection of vinyl.

It's weird...

Before you even went to that party, these vinyl’s did not affect you. To be honest you had forgotten that vinyl’s were something Mino and you used to share. But after seeing him buy more... The memory of the two of you going shopping for vinyl began to appear in your head. How the two of you would play your favorite album, lay in bed and talk, laugh, and absorb the music that was playing in the background.

You weren't necessarily missing Mino, but the memories the two of you hold were suddenly revisiting your mind. It's inevitable to prevent yourself from being some type of way.

All that's in the past, it doesn't matter anymore. You were in a whole new relationship... At least you think it's a relationship. Jiyong hasn't technically asked you to be his girlfriend officially...

You shook your head and ignored your thoughts.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and touched your cheek. Instead of overthinking like you usually do, you should probably relax, have a self-care day, and mask it... Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.

One thing about you is if you miss breakfast, and you remain the rest of the day hungry, you happen to be one of the crankiest people on this planet. If you don't eat you catch yourself getting ready to fight everyone and everything.

Even though you were running late to head to your office, you didn't care. Right now, the only thing you were worried about is making sure you got your morning coffee and some kind of bagel, a sandwich... SOMETHING.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop and luckily since you have become a regular, one of the workers took one look at you and started to prepare your usual order.

At this point, they should just have your picture on the wall.

You felt your phone vibrate. You pull out your phone from your pocket and there you see your assistant already calling.

Should you pick up the phone? Maybe it's something important?

Just as you were about to answer, you don't know what made you look around the cafe but when you did, you took one look to your right, and you spotted a familiar face.

Maybe if you look away you won't get noticed...

Nope...

You were spotted.

It was Jinhwan. You have no problem with him whatsoever. You just didn't know what to expect anytime you encountered him and that was the only thing that had you worried.

As you tried looking away, from the corner of your eye you noticed him approaching you. You decided to completely ignore your phone call and wait till Jinhwan approached you.

As he caught up, you looked over at him and smiled.

“Hey,”

“I knew it was you. I wasn’t sure for a second” Jinhwan says as he caught up and you smiled.

“I thought the same thing when I saw you.” Lies, you knew it was him.

“Well, I’m glad I ran into you. I wanted to ask you something” You were slightly scared of what his question was going to be, but you nodded your head.

“What’s up?”

He looked over at you and smiled.

"Well, I know this is probably weird for me to ask out of the blue especially since we haven't had an opportunity to catch up... But I am having a birthday party tomorrow night in Octagon. I was going to invite Jiyong but now that you're here I was hoping you can let him know and the both of you come along."

You already weren't much of a party person... But you felt bad to decline such an offer.

"Sounds like a good time... I'll let Jiyong know." Jinhwan smiled.

"Perfect. I hope to see the two of you there," you nodded your head and both exchanged goodbye with one another.

It's amazing how the world works... You went from going MIA to everyone in YG after breaking up with Mino and didn't come across a single soul until you started to date someone else from YG again...

Now you see them left and right... And see them anywhere you go.

After the day you had, you came straight home and didn't hesitate to get comfortable quick. You grabbed a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, and your slippers. You threw your hair in a bun and sat down on the couch ready to watch a movie until you decided to go to sleep.

Just as you were slowly dozing off the movie you felt your phone vibrate right next to you. As you grabbed a hold of your phone, without looking you answered the phone.

“Hello,” you mumbled into the phone.

“Did I wake you up beautiful?” You hear Jiyong's voice on the other side of the phone.

“No, I was still awake,” you sat up and decided to wake yourself up.

“Babe,” you know he had something to tell you.

“Yes? What’s up?”

“I have to head over to Tokyo for a photo shoot,” well that’s great. You were planning to ask him about Jinhwan's party but now that he can’t seem to make it… what was the point of telling him?

“That’s short notice,” but you weren’t surprised. Jiyong always had events that would occur at the last minute because of his job.

“I know, they told me I have to catch a flight tonight.”

“How long will you be gone?” You asked him and he sighed.

“I think they said a week,” he was going to leave you for a whole week… wonderful.

You weren’t planning on telling Jiyong about Jinhwan's party but for some reason you felt like you were holding a secret back from him. So, although you had no intentions of saying a thing you decided to tell him anyway.

“Oh… I know it’s pointless to tell you now, but this morning I bumped into Jinhwan. He invited both of us down for his birthday party tomorrow night but since you won’t be in town, I’ll just let him know we can’t go,” you said waiting for Jiyong to respond.

To be honest you were expecting him to agree and the conversation to end from there, but you were wrong.

"Why don't you go?" Jiyong encouraged the idea, and you froze.

It's not like Jinhwan was your ex or anything but Jinhwan is friends with Bobby and there is 99.9% that Bobby was going to be at that party. On top of that, you were pretty sure Mino was going to be there as well.

Although you ended the tension with Mino, you still felt like it would be awkward and weird for you to go to an event where you will be in the same room as your ex and someone you had a situationship with.

“Why would I go?" You were curious to hear what Jiyong was going to say.

"Well, why not? Aren't you friends with Jinhwan?" you were still surprised. I was about to comment on your ex being there and Bobby, but you didn’t bother.

To be fair you weren’t even sure that he even knew about Bobby…

“I mean… you know how I feel at parties.”

“Just got for a little. I feel bad I can’t attend but you can go on both of our behaves” You were speechless to see the support you were receiving coming from Jiyong, but you decided what the heck… what could go wrong?

Mino and you have officially cleared the air and then Bobby and you well… That’s a whole other story.

Eventually, you both began to talk about other things until you ended the convo and caught yourself falling asleep.

There you were standing in front of Octagon with a gift in your hands.

After Jinhwan invited you to his party you were hesitant about coming. But what did you have to lose? You are all civilized adults who can come together as one and be around one another without wanting to kill each other...

Plus, everything that happened was in the past. You were fortunate enough to clear the air with Mino but not so much with Bobby.

Who knows if Bobby has any hatred toward you... It appears to be only one way because on your end you didn't hate the guy. What happened and there was not a thing you could do about it.

You took a deep breath and walked in.

Neon lights were flashing left and right from all sorts of directions. The music was loud enough to hear the bass go off. You saw many different faces hoping to spot someone you knew.

Just with your luck the first person you happened to spot was Mino at the bar.

You were hoping to find Jihwan, but it was hard when there were people all around... Maybe you should approach Mino and have him help you find Jinhwan.

You slowly made your way to the bar.

As you approached Mino you noticed that he was in the middle of a conversation with one of his members. You were planning to walk off and look for Jinhwan yourself but as you were getting closer, they both stopped talking.

Mino's back was facing you so the person talking to him could see you approaching. As you were there and close to the two his friends looked at you and then at Mino.

"It appears that you have a guest,"

"Guest?" Mino says extremely confused, he looked over his shoulder and you were awkwardly standing there feeling bad for interfering with the conversation.

"Y/N, hey," he stood up from his seat and smiled as he saw you right in front of him.

"Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," you blurted out and Mino's bandmate Lee Seung-soon shook his head.

"No, not at all! Y/N, right?" He asked and you nodded your head.

This isn't the first time you're meeting Mino's bandmate. When the two of you were exclusive at one point, you met them a few times but never really had much of a conversation with their hectic schedule. It was more like hi and bye and that was about it.

"Yes, I'm surprised you remember," to be honest you were expecting to have to reintroduce yourself to his friends, but it seemed like they remembered exactly who you were.

"Of course! After all, Mino wouldn't shut up about you," after that go blurted out, you glanced over at Mino and noticed his eyes widened at the sudden confession that way.

Mino wouldn't shut up about you? Is this recent or was this when you broke up?

You were becoming slightly curious, but you could see just from Mino's facial expression how uncomfortable he was starting to become. To avoid creating an awkward environment in today's party you just smiled and looked at Lee Seung-soon.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," Mino noticed how you didn't ask any further questions and seemed relieved.

If this was the old you, then you probably would have asked him questions or made remarks to get an answer but that's all in the past. You're with Jiyong and that's all that matters.

"Where is Jiyong?" Mino asks you and you look over at him.

"He had to travel for work, but I am here on behalf of both Jiyong and I... By the way, have you seen Jinhwan? I want to give him his gift," you said as you lifted your gift bag and he looked at the bag and then looked around.

"I did see him, but then he disappeared."

You took one look to your right and there you see Bobby and Jinhwan talking to one another.

"There is the birthday boy, I'll see you around," you told Mino, and he nodded his head and you approached Jinhwan and Bobby.

You watched the two talk to one another as you approached them.

At least as you walked up to them, they stopped talking and immediately noticed your presence.

"Y/N! You made it. Jiyong texted me telling me he wasn't going to make it and I was afraid you were going to bail on me," Jinhwan says smiling from ear to ear and you shook your head.

Even though you were hesitant to come to the party in the first place, you still decided to come because, at the end of the day, Jinhwan was never rude to you in any way. He always managed to make you feel welcome and included.

"I had to make an appearance even if it's for a little. Which by the way before I forget. . . "You lifted your hand and showed him his present in your hands, "Happy birthday."

You handed him his present and he smiled.

"You didn't have to!"

"But I wanted to, it's the least thing I can do after all you invited me here," you said and then looked over at Bobby who had his eyes on you.

"Hey, Bobby,"

"Hey Y/N," for some reason there was still awkward tension between the two of you and you were hoping that this tension would clear up sooner or later.

"Well since it's my birthday, you have no choice but to take a drink with me," Jinhwan says, and you hesitated a bit.

You weren't much of a drinker, if anything you tend to get nice easily, but one drink won't hurt anyone.

"Just one drink,"

Jinhwan nodded and you followed both Jinhwan and Bobby to the bar.

What ends up being one drink leads to a few more than you anticipated. After allowing the drinks to help you loosen up and allow you to forget all your problems you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

You ended up meeting new people and before you knew it you happened to make new friends and were out on the dance floor dancing to each song that came out.

"Do you want another drink?" Hyeryeon asks you and you shake your head.

"If I take another drink, who knows what I am capable of doing," you weren't in your five senses, however you were still in a sense aware of what you were doing.

"Aw come on just one drink," Subin insisted but you decline the drink.

"What I need is water,"

You excused yourself from the girls and walked over to the bar hoping to get a cup of water to sober you up.

"Excuse me," you tried to get the bartender's attention, but it was crowded by the bar, and it was hard to get service. Awesome.

"Y/N," You looked to your left and noticed Mino right next to you.

This man has been popping up out of nowhere.

"Mino, how are you enjoying yourself?" You asked him and he shrugged.

"Can't complain, but I am not having as much fun as you are," He commented, and you smiled.

"It's nice to loosen up for a change. Sometimes I feel like I feel too uptight and care about what people think...." you realized you were starting to blab a lot more than you probably should.

"I can tell. Coming back for another drink?" Mino asked and I shook my head.

"Well, more like a drink of water. I better sober up or who knows what I am capable of doing," as you said that Mino's eyebrows arched.

"What do you mean?"

The both of you suddenly started to look at one another and for some reason, you caught yourself looking at his lips. Mino's lips were always soft... Now that he has a lip piercing... you were curious how that must feel when kissing him.

You looked back up to his eyes and shook your head and snapped out of thoughts.

"Ooo Nothing... Just ignore me,"

You were pretty sure Mino caught on to what you meant however instead of questioning you he just smiles.

Ah, he is still cute…

You knew that this was alcohol-speaking. You wouldn’t be thinking this way if you were sober or even if you were with Jiyong.

“Ima head to the bathroom,”

You told Mino and he nodded his head.

You walked over to where the bathroom was and pulled out your phone. Maybe if you hear Jiyong's voice you can ignore this random temptation you have to kiss Mino.

As you approached the bathroom doors, you stepped to the side, leaned against the wall, and began to look through your contacts. Without thinking twice, you clicked on Jiyong's name and began to call him.

The phone began to ring.

One ring…

Another…

And then at last you heard his voice.

“Mmm hello?” He sounded like he just woke up… shit.

“Oh! Were you sleeping?” You blurred out.

“I was, but that’s okay. What’s up?”

You now felt bad for selfishly calling him.

“Oh, nothing… I just missed you and wanted to hear your voice… but it’s okay you should go back to sleep,” you tried to rush the call, but Jiyong stopped you.

“You’re fine, I don’t mind ever being woken up by you.” Jiyong always knew what to say.

��Don’t say that you’re going to make me miss you more,” you pouted, and you can hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be back home in no time.”

You felt so much better hearing that.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to sleep, talk to you tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll call you when I wake up,” the both of you exchanged byes and you hung up.

Okay… you have Jiyong.

What you two have is exactly what you need.

As you got off the wall you were about to walk away until you noticed someone leaving the bathroom and you saw Bobby.

You two meet again.

“Y/N,”

“Bobby”

You could walk away… cross that you should be walking away but you were feeling bold. You walked up to Bobby and looked at him.

“Can I ask you something?” You told Bobby and he nodded his head.

“Do you hate me?”

Wow, you could have asked him anything and the first question that popped into your head was that? Get A GRIP.

“Why do you ask that?” Bobby even seemed surprised by the sudden question.

“I don’t know. I just feel this unnecessary tension between the two of us every time we are in the same room. I know you and I didn’t leave in the greatest terms … and things happen for a reason, but I just feel like maybe you and I should clear the air.” Right now, was not the time to have a conversation like this but it felt like it…

“I mean I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I tried to talk to you before and you walked away.”

“Maybe I am afraid of hearing what you have to tell me,”

Without thinking twice, you blurted that out and your eyes widened.

“I thought you didn’t care what I had to tell you,” Bobby was suddenly confused by your sudden words.

STOP TALKING, you thought to yourself.

“You know what… you’re right. I should probably go.” you were about to walk away but you suddenly hear Bobby begin to speak again.

"Can I be honest with you,"

You looked at Bobby.

"I would be lying if I were to say I didn't miss having you around. . . I mean I know I screwed up in the past and that's my mistake, but I was hoping we could move past that. I know you are with Jiyong and because of this, I know I will be seeing you around a lot more. I was hoping maybe you and I can be friends. . . What we should have been from the very beginning," you were surprised to hear this come out of Bobby's mouth.

After the incident with both Mino and Bobby, you were upset for some time but eventually, you got over the whole situation when you decided to clean up your act and focus on yourself. Fortunately for you throughout your journey, you met Jiyong and have been good since.

You didn't think about Mino and Bobby since you saw them again but now looking at the scenario you wonder if the universe put all three of you in the same room again to fix the relationship between them and you.

They probably aren't supposed to be in your life romantically but maybe they have another purpose.

"Being friends sound good to me," you told him, and believe it or not Bobby finally smiled at you.

It's been a while since you have seen him grin the way he did.

"Now that we have officially cleared the air, how about we go get a drink for old time take,"

You told yourself you were going to stop drinking for the night but one more drink won't hurt. . . right?

"Let's go,"

You had no intentions of drinking anymore but for some reason when Bobby happened to mention getting a drink you couldn't seem to say no. Instead, it sounded like a great idea, and you went with the flow.

The two of you ended up leaving Jinhwan's party without anyone around you being aware and found yourself in a bar nearby instead.

Bobby handed you your drink and you smiled.

"Don't you think Jinhwan will notice that we are gone?" You asked Bobby and he shook his head.

"I highly doubt it, if we are being honest, I overheard some of the boys say that they were on a mission to get Jinhwan drunk... So, if they succeed, he won't even remember what happens tonight,"

Aw, poor Jinhwan. You giggled and got a hold of your drink.

"Shouldn't one of us be sober to make sure we get home safely?" you asked Bobby before taking a sip and he shrugs.

"I mean we should but what's the fun in that?"

Bobby grabbed his drink and he looked at you.

The both of you cheered and then took a sip of your drink.

*Bzz Bzz*

You felt the vibration of your phone right by your head. Instead of opening your eyes you stretched out your hand and began to feel around hoping to get a hold of your phone. However, the more you stretched out your hand you felt a body next to you instead.

Jiyong is back?

You opened your eyes, looked up, and automatically realized you weren't home. . .

You looked to your right, and you saw Bobby sound asleep...

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED

To be continued. . .

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dreamer-hangugeo · 2 years ago

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사랑을 했다 우리가 만나 지우지 못할 추억이 됐다 볼만한 멜로드라마, 괜찮은 결말 그거면 됐다, 널 사랑했다 우리가 만든 love scenario 이젠 조명이 꺼지고 마지막 페이지를 넘기면 조용히 막을 내리죠 We were in love. We met. It became an unforgettable memory A melodrama worth watching, a good ending That's enough, I loved you The love scenario we created Now, the lights are turned off When we turn the last page Let's quietly close the curtains - iKON - 사랑을 했다 (LOVE SCENARIO) - ✏️ 𝐕𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲: 사랑 (n): love 사랑하다 (v): love 만나다 (v): meet 지우다 (v): erase, wipe off 추억 (n): memory 볼만하다 (adj): worth seeing, enjoyable to watch 멜로드라마 (n): melodrama 괜찮다 (adj): nice, fine 결말 (n): ending, outcome 만들다 (v): make 조명 (n): lighting 이제 (n): now 마지막 (n): last 꺼지다 (v): go out, stop 페이지 (n): page 넘기다 (v): pass (on), turn over, exceed 조용히 (adv): quietly 막 (n): curtain 내리다 (v): fall, descend, go down ✏️ 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫: 1. V + 지 못하다 = cannot/ to be unable to do (something) E.g. 지우지 못하다 = cannot erase

2. V/A + 은/는/을 N = N that A/V ~noun modifier E.g. 볼만하다 (worth seeing) + 멜로드라마 (melodrama) = 볼만한 멜로드라마 (melodrama that worth seeing)

3. (으)면 되다 = (으)면 되다 = can, it's ok to (do something) E.g. 그거면 되다 = it’s okay like that

4. (으)면 = when. If ~ express a supposition or a condition about a fact E.g. 마지막 페이지를 넘기면 = when you turn the last page

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raingalaxy · 1 year ago

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LOVE SCENARIO FOREVER ICONIC

#Kpop #Love scenario #Ikon #Random shit cause I'm listening to my 44 hours 27 minutes kpop Playlist

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masugi-sugi · 2 years ago

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what are some quintessential kpop songs for a new fan to listen to? what is the kpop song to you?

#love scenario by ikon...shine by pentagon...and what is love by twice were my foray into the broader world of kpop outside of bts #so i'd probably pick those!!!

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jeonstellate · 8 months ago

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[97✙] we got married: moonlight couple — snapshot xiv

hanbin learns about silver’s album collection.

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Silver watches Hanbin as he maneuvers the car of out the parking lot.

After picking up a couple boxes from her place, they unanimously decided to grab something to eat before fulfilling their main errand for today. Per Silver’s recommendation, they dined at a nearby restaurant and discussed their home decorating plans as they ate before heading out once more.

"Actually, Hanbin-ssi, can we drive by somewhere first before we shop?" She voices out right after tapping away and locking her phone. "I have to pick up an order real quick."

"Sure, no problem," he replies almost immediately. "Just tell me where to go."

"Oh, it’s actually the record shop where we first filmed," Silver shares as Hanbin puts the car gear from reverse to drive, "do you remember how to get there?"

"I think so," Hanbin tilts his head slightly as he tries to remember the route, "but put it in the navi just in case."

interview.

MIN: I asked the employees to hold onto something for me when Hanbin-ssi and I first met there. I’ve been meeting to pick it up, but— [she laughs rather awkwardly, most likely unwilling to finish her thought.] Today’s the last day they can hold it for me.

When Silver returns to the passenger seat, Hanbin immediately offers to hold the paper bag she’s holding as she straps herself on her seat.

"What did you buy?" He asks curiously as he lightly tries to feel the contents of the paper bag without opening it.

"Open and check it for me," she replies instead as she struggles to insert the belt. "I forgot to check if they handed me the right one before taking my leave."

With her permission, he tenderly opens the paper bag and peeks inside. "You got a vinyl?"

"Yeah. There should only be one vinyl in there."

When Hanbin pulls enough of the album out to read the title, he’s surprised to see a familiar abstract art of red, blue, and green greet him. Although he doesn’t need to read the title to know, he still does just to confirm. "You— you bought my album?"

Silver, oblivious to whatever chaos is happening inside his head, answers nonchalantly, "I believe so. Which one is in there?"

"Waterfall."

"They did give me the right one, then," she nods as an approval to his reply, before turning to ask for the paper bag back. However, upon noticing his expression, her hand retreats. "What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Hanbin meets her concerned eyes, his expression unchanged. "Why did you buy a copy of my album?"

"I bought it as a souvenir for our meeting here," she holds his stare as she gives him the truth as it is. "I didn’t plan it, but I was holding this copy when you approached me."

"Oh," he loses the tense on his shoulders as his expression changes to something softer.

"Why did you want to know?"

"If you bought it for another reason, I would have just given you one."

Silver smiles at his thoughtfulness, "Just for a record, I do own at least one copy of all your produced albums — starting from your iKON days, okay. I don’t want you to think otherwise."

Hanbin perks up at the newly shared information, "Really?"

". . . No. I couldn’t secure a copy of Love Streaming. Neither did my brothers, unfortunately."

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baka-writings · 1 year ago

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hi?

my last post was over a year ago, i am still alive unfortunately and I was thinking of writing again, however I'm not sure if my new work would be appreciated as much as the latest/previous ones.

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soundsofcicadas · 6 months ago

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Swan song, part two

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Drama, Angst, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers

Count: 3004

Warnings: None

“I want to go home.” You heard Hanbin complain, the moment you set foot inside the building where the art exhibit was currently taking place. It was a serene Sunday evening, and the venue is located at the heart of your hometown. A prominent sign displayed a vivid picture of the artist, Hwang Hyunjin at the entrance. Beneath his captivating blonde portrait, the bold title “Mind Visions and Their Facets Through Colors” was emblazoned with a disclaimer discreetly positioned at the bottom: “All proceeds from this event contribute to charitable causes.”

Disregarding Hanbin's comment, you searched for any sign of your other friend Yunhyeong among the sea of faces.

“Yun is here somewhere.” Your voice pierced through the bustling crowd.

“Thank God for free food courtesy of our Song Yunhyeong.” Hanbin remarked, his senses easily caught the aroma coming from the opulent spread of delicacies at the catering area of the exhibit.

The elegant space was infused with vibrant energy as a steady stream of attendees filtered in. Each well-dressed guest radiated an aura of affluence, mingling amid the artwork. Their cultured chatter carried an air of sophistication, indicating that they were the elite of the art world, gathered to appreciate the abstract pieces on display. Clad in a chic Ralph Lauren cocktail dress, you couldn't thank Junhoe enough for reminding you of the theme for tonight’s event. You were also grateful to Hanbin's girlfriend, Yeri, who, despite the limited preparation time, had managed to lend you an outfit from her designer-filled wardrobe.

Like a burst of energy against the artistic refined setting, you spotted Yunhyeong hurrying toward the three of you. His face lit up seeing his friends waiting for him.

“And so, fate has its own way of bringing us back together!” Yunhyeong exclaimed, his voice taking on a narrator's cadence, making you all chuckle.

“It's quite a coincidence, isn't it? I got picked to cater for tonight's exhibit, the very event you guys were invited to by Junhoe.” Yunhyeong marveled, his voice quickly returning to its usual tone.

“I wish Jiwon and Donghyuk could be here too." You sighed with longing.

You felt Hanbin's hand gently pat your shoulder.

“If it weren't for you and the free food, I wouldn't be here either.” He sneered.

You playfully crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at Hanbin, fully aware that he was only joking. As the introvert of the group, you understood that events like these weren't his comfort zone. But last night's video call with him and the other boys proved otherwise. He, too, wanted to see Junhoe after you shared your surprising reunion with him. It was heartwarming how they handled the situation with maturity, without any lingering resentment toward their old friend.

Well, maybe Hanbin was a little sulky about the whole situation at first knowing how close you were with Junhoe in the past. He had seen how much you were hurting during Junhoe's absence. Despite you being older than him, he had always acted like a caring older brother to you. While Yunhyeong, Jiwon, and Donghyuk were also there for you, Hanbin's presence remained a constant in your life. He may have had his initial reservations, yet he chose to trust your judgment when you expressed Junhoe's sincerity to reconnect by inviting them to the art exhibit as well.

“Yeah, I know you're only here for the food, Bin.” Yunhyeong retorted. “You don't have a single ounce of appreciation for art. So, if I were you, Yeri, I'd think twice about marrying this guy.”

Yeri laughed at Yunhyeong’s jest and cast a mischievous look at Hanbin.

“Excuse me?” Hanbin arched his eyebrows at Yunhyeong, seemingly offended. “Art is something I’m very fond of. I'm just not particularly keen on attending large gatherings like this.”

“Dude, you teach a whole class of elementary kids and conduct yearly PTAs, how is this any different?” Yunhyeong expressed confusion.

“Being in a crowd full of art elitists is a whole different ball game.” Hanbin replied flatly. "I don't have to pretend around children. If they don't like you, they don't, if they tell you you're ugly that's because it's true."

You and Yunhyeong can't help but snort at Hanbin's answer.

Amused with her boyfriend, Yeri intercepted. “Well, these art elitists are what y/n and I deal at work, babe.”

“But you aren't like them, so I also don't have to pretend when I'm with you two.” Hanbin quipped.

“You're forgetting my dad owns a publishing company, which means I'm part of this privileged community you dislike.” Yeri stated with mischievous intention, while tapping her finger on her chin.

Hanbin took her hand in his as if to tease her. “Dislike is a strong word, but that's exactly the reason why I'm gonna marry you babe.”

Yeri burst out laughing along with you and Yunhyeong, eliciting strange looks from the guests passing by your circle.

There was a ping from Yeri's phone which was her cue to leave the group for the meantime.

“Chanwoo needs me now for that magazine feature, I have to go.” Yeri noted, kissing Hanbin on the cheek before turning to you. “Don't worry, y/n, leave this to me. I want you to enjoy the event with the guys.” She gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze and vanished into the crowd.

You nearly forgot that the artist himself personally invited your editor-in-chief, Jung Chanwoo to the exhibit as well. He asked you to cover the event for a potential feature on your magazine's upcoming issue, knowing that you and Yeri would be present tonight. But Yeri volunteered to do it in your place instead.

You could only smile at Yeri’s thoughtfulness. “She’s technically my boss, but she sometimes acts more of an associate like me.”

“Man, you're lucky to have Yeri!” Yunhyeong remarked, throwing a playful jab at Hanbin’s stomach.

“I’m also lucky to have her as my boss.” You concurred.

“But what time is Junhoe coming though?” Yunhyeong asked, his gaze roamed across the hall to find Junhoe. You and Hanbin both glanced around to look for Junhoe too.

You took out your phone when you felt it vibrate from your purse and saw Junhoe's text; Hi, I'm here, where are you?

At that exact moment, you easily sensed there had been a sudden shift in the crowd's murmurs. Whispers and hushed conversations began rippling through the guests, and like them, your attention was immediately captured by a lavish pair making their way to the front doors.

You catch yourself staring at Junhoe who was dressed impeccably in a black Prada suit. But you didn't fail to notice the woman accompanying him—none other than his fiancée, Shin Yuna.

You saw it on the news a year ago—his engagement to his girlfriend of four years. A model and singer-turned-actress he met from one of his movies when he was still acting. The two made their relationship public after promoting their romantic comedy film. It was believed that the co-stars developed feelings for each other on set.

You had seen him wearing the engagement ring on his finger at the coffee shop yesterday—a detail you had momentarily forgotten. Seeing him now walking with his fiancée by his side reminds you of his existing commitment.

Before you could even reply to his message, Junhoe already saw you and was strolling closer to your direction.

“Y/n!” He called. “Sorry we got stuck in traffic a bit. So glad you made it.”

Junhoe beamed at you.

You felt embarrassed for yourself because you knew that smile had some effect on you. You could only blame it on his meticulously slicked black hair, or his sharp, masculine features like his chiseled jawline. His well-tailored Prada suit accentuated his lean frame, adding an aura of suaveness to his already striking appearance. Junhoe exuded a strong and alluring profile, and the list could go on, but you instantly stopped yourself from having these thoughts. There is no way you are attracted to your childhood best friend, who is obviously engaged to a beautiful, perfect woman such as Shin Yuna.

“Thank you for the invitation, Junhoe.” You managed to say, desperately hoping you weren't blushing in front of everyone. Might as well just be swallowed whole into the ground.

Thankfully, Hanbin waved his hand at Junhoe, distracting him away from you.

“Annyeong!” Hanbin greeted him.

“Hyung!” Junhoe greeted back, exchanging Hanbin's wave for a warm hug, startling you and Yunhyeong. Hanbin appeared taken aback, but you could tell he appreciated the brotherly gesture.

Junhoe then scoffed at Yunhyeong upon seeing him. “Nice to see you too, Yun!”

Yunhyeong shook his head and played along with Junhoe's taunts, forcing you to laugh with them as if it were the old times.

“Junhoe you haven’t changed a bit. I'm the oldest and you still disrespect me.”

“I bet you missed me so much huh?”

“Never once thought of you at all. The only reason I'm here is because they need my excellent catering service.”

“There's poison in the food for sure.”

“Why don't you starve in the corner please? Thank you very much.”

It was their usual back-and-forth banter since childhood that you had missed. Among the boys, Yunhyeong was the oldest and everyone addressed him as hyung, except Junhoe. The other boys never questioned it. They knew Yunhyeong had a soft spot for the youngest, just like you had always favored Junhoe, even though they often acted like the Tom and Jerry of the group.

Amidst the playful chatter, Junhoe felt Yuna's grasp, redirecting his attention to her.

“I'm sorry about that jagiya.” Junhoe felt a slight wave of panic realizing he had nearly forgotten to introduce her to his friends.

“By the way, this is my fiancée Shin Yuna.”

Yuna offered a polite smile as she took a glimpse at each of you. It was undeniable how well she complemented Junhoe. Adorned in a stunning Versace gown, Shin Yuna was a doe-eyed, charismatic woman with a figure that boasted possibly the tiniest waist you had ever seen.

Before any of you could exchange greetings with her, she had already excused herself.

“I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but it was nice meeting all of you! I'll leave Junhoe with you guys.”

Is it just you, or does it look like she doesn't want to be here and interact with Junhoe's old friends?

You could see the instant dismay on Junhoe's face upon hearing that from his fiancée.

“Yuna, we just got here.” He said, sounding disappointed.

Yuna swiveled to face him, her voice lowered but still audible. “Jun, honey, you're with your friends. I'd like to look at the paintings, and besides, Hyunjin wants to see me.”

Junhoe sighed in resignation. “Fine. Tell Hyunjin I said hi. I'll catch up with the two of you later.”

“Great!” Yuna pecked Junhoe's lips and left without saying another word to your group.

A brief awkward silence ensued before Junhoe suggested, “Let's get some wine, shall we?”

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Knowing you didn't own a car, Hanbin offered to drive you home that same evening. His route would conveniently pass by your apartment, unlike Yunhyeong and Yeri who live in opposite directions. They also wanted to guarantee you'll get home safely rather than having to commute like you usually do. But all throughout the ride, the events from earlier were playing over in your mind. Seeing Junhoe again with Yunhyeong and Hanbin, filled you with overwhelming happiness. Despite Jiwon and Donghyuk's absence, you found solace in their company as you all reminisced about the past and shared updates on your current lives.

There was, however, a hint of melancholy as the conversation took a more personal turn. Was it the sadness you caught in Junhoe's eyes when he told Yunhyeong and Hanbin about giving up his singing career? Or was it because he already had plans to marry Yuna? Maybe it was how you were reminded of your own single hood when they asked you casually about your dating status—why, among all your friends, had you never been in a relationship?

Well, that wasn't entirely true. You had a few dates that just never turned into something serious. You could only brush it off, claiming you were never interested in anyone and were too focused on work. But deep down you knew that wasn't the case anymore, especially now that you've reconnected with Junhoe. You couldn't stop yourself from admiring how effortlessly handsome he looked all night, and how gentlemanly he had been towards you. You knew it was wrong, yet why did seeing him with Yuna affect you? Perhaps you had too much wine at the exhibit that made you think this way.

You didn't notice the engine of the car turned off until Hanbin's voice spoke to you. “You're home.”

“Thanks Bin.” You gave him a lopsided grin from the passenger seat.

“Did you have fun?” He asked observing your face slightly illuminated by the light coming from your apartment building.

“Did you?” You returned the question to him.

“It was really nice.” He answered as he pulled his hands off the steering wheel.

“I was so caught up talking to you guys that I've almost forgotten about the paintings!” You told him.

You and Hanbin chuckled at that.

Hanbin's countenance took on a serious tone, as though he wanted to talk to you longer while you were still in the car.

“You know how long we've been best friends right?” He started.

“Since forever.” You smiled sheepishly.

“And that makes you easy for me to read.” He stated.

“O-kay yeah, I guess. Your point?” You asked, puzzled as to where he was going with this.

“I don't know why all this time I've never told you this, y/n." Hanbin paused for a few seconds before he continued, “I know you've been in love with Junhoe ever since.”

Silence fell on you. You didn't know how to respond to that. You wanted to deny it outright, to refute his words that you only love and see Junhoe as a friend, yet no sound escaped your lips. The words were stuck in your throat, tangled with your conflicting emotions. Junhoe had always been a cherished childhood friend, akin to a little brother. This perception made it easier for you to dismiss any deeper feelings you might have had for him. You convinced yourself that they were purely platonic to maintain the status quo. Nevertheless, you were aware that you had been suppressing the truth about how your affection for him had grown into something more profound, despite your efforts to dismiss it. The countless seasons spent together during your childhood as you grew up alongside him and watched him chase his dreams, had inevitably laid the foundation for a mere friendship that went beyond.

“Let's be real here, he's the exact reason why you can't take any guy seriously.” Hanbin added.

You just sat there, unable to form a coherent response. Whenever you attempted to date or enter a relationship, you found yourself retreating, sensing that something was always missing. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, no one could compare to Junhoe.

You attempted to push aside these unwelcome thoughts, knowing that there was no possibility he could feel the same way about you, not to mention he could be getting married soon. You reassured yourself that you would come to terms with your feelings and move on once he took that step. For now, you resolved to remain content in your role as a friend, focusing on valuing the friendship you have rather than dwelling on what could never be.

“I know my place, Bin.” You finally got to tell him. “I’m happy with what we have right now.”

“Look, all I wanted to say is, I just don't want you to end up hurt again.” Hanbin expressed his concern.

“You know I’m a big girl right? I can look after myself.” You winked at him. “I appreciate you though.”

Hanbin could only let out a sigh. He averted his gaze from you and suddenly shifted the subject that had you flabbergasted.

“Something seems off about his fiancée. I can sense it, and it makes me feel sorry for him.”

"What the hell, Bin?" You retorted.

Hanbin has an intuitive knack for assessing people he meets, often making character judgments based on first impressions. Unfortunately, Yuna was no exception.

"We don't really know what their relationship is like in private." You could only say. Although you admit you were offended by how she behaved that way in front of his fiance's friends.

Hanbin continued.

“I don't understand why Junhoe had to give up singing for writing, you know? Even acting, he gave up too. Can't he do it all at the same time? I thought he loved singing more than anything.”

That's what you have thought as well. Junhoe has always had a great love for singing, a passion evident to anyone who knew him. From a young age, his talent shone brightly, captivating audiences with his soulful voice. He seemed born for the stage, effortlessly blending emotion and skill in every performance. Singing wasn't just a hobby for Junhoe; it was his calling, the very essence of his being. You asked yourself if he genuinely wanted to explore other paths and as he said, it was about time he settled down in life by marrying Yuna. You felt a gnawing sense of unease, pondering over Junhoe’s choices. There had to be more to it than meets the eye. It was becoming overwhelming, considering you were grappling with your unresolved feelings for him at the same time. Exhaustion and sleepiness begin to settle in your body.

You decided not to linger in Hanbin’s car any further, feeling that your night was over. After saying your goodbyes, you walked to your apartment, trying to quiet your racing thoughts. You hoped for a restful night’s sleep to be ready for work the next morning.

Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/soundsofcicadas/727025864701771776/swan-song-part-one?source=share

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noona-clock · 2 years ago

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The Flight Attendant - Part 4

Genre: Flight Attendant!AU

Pairing: Yunhyeong x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 1,968

One Year Later

If Yunhyeong hadn't brought it up during your text conversation this morning, you would have completely forgotten it had been a whole year since you'd started your job as a flight attendant.

But Yunhyeong, being the incredibly thoughtful and considerate person he was, had brought it up. He'd actually remembered the exact date of your first meeting and had told you it was a cause for celebration.

It had been several months since you'd felt that pang of romantic disappointment in your heart... but there it was again. It was hardly noticeable at this point -- thrumming ever so slightly and trying to hide in the deepest corner of your chest, but you were familiar enough with the feeling to recognize it instantly. And Yunhyeong remembering the day the two of you had met was, apparently, enough to trigger it.

To be fair, you couldn't remember the last time one of your friends brought up the fact it was your friend-iversary. And certainly, none of your male friends ever had. One of your closest male friends, Jae, barely ever remembered your birthday. So, the fact that Yunhyeong knew the exact day you had first met was actually a pretty big deal.

If you weren't absolutely, positively sure that Yunhyeong only had friendly feelings for you... his text this morning would make you think otherwise.

But, like I said, it had been several months since you'd wished that were true. You had basically given up on ever becoming more than friends and co-workers -- and that was fine!

Fine!

Totally and utterly, positively, completely fine.

That's what you told yourself, at least, as you typed out a text to him.

I can't believe it's been a whole year 😲

After pressing 'send' on your reply, you closed the lid of your just-barely-full suitcase and zipped it up expertly.

After all, it had been a whole year since you'd been flying all over the country. You were an expert by now! And your flight was leaving in just two hours -- something that would have absolutely terrified you a year ago. But now you could pack, get to the airport, and get onto the plane in an hour and a half, tops.

You were rather impressed with yourself if you were being honest.

When the taxi arrived in front of your apartment building, you quickly slipped into your uniform heels and grabbed the handle of your bag. You waited until you'd slid into the backseat of the car before sliding your phone out of your pocket, a smile coming to your lips when you saw another message from Yunhyeong.

I may have a present for you.

OMG you do not. It's not that big a deal, I don't need a present!

...Well, too late.

YUNHYEONG

...what is it?

You'll get it soon! See ya!!!

You pressed your lips together, keeping in a soft chuckle of amusement so the taxi driver wouldn't get distracted from the road.

You also tamped down a flutter in your heart and stomach so you wouldn't get distracted from... everything. Your upcoming flight, your friendship, acting like a fairly average person and not someone who was stupidly in love with their best work friend.

But then another text message interrupted you, and your insides snuck in about three flutters as you clicked on the notification.

Actually, tell me when you get to the airport. And don't go anywhere until you hear back from me.

Immediately, your forehead wrinkled with slight confusion.

...why

Yunhyeong wasn't really one for surprises -- at least not during the year that you'd known him. He frequently did things for you and even bought small souvenirs for you when he flew to fun places, but they were never a surprise. He always texted you Hey, I made dumpling stew, come over and have some or I saw this pen with your favorite animal character on it so I got it for you.

So, for him to be this covert about something just seemed kind of odd.

I wish I could tell you, but that would absolutely ruin the surprise. And it's a good one, I promise.

I mean... you really had no choice but to trust him. He had never -- not once -- given you any reason not to.

So, trust him you did.

Okay... I will... even though this is very nerve-racking and unlike you...

He simply replied back with three innocent angel emojis, and one corner of your lips quirked up in amusement as you slid your phone back in your bag.

As with any other kind of surprise, you tried to keep your mind off of it for the remainder of the taxi ride.

The soft music on the radio, the passing scenery of the city, the other cars whizzing by you. You attempted to focus on one or more of those things... but the idea of a surprise from Yunhyeong was too novel and, frankly, tempting to not think about it.

And the fact that you were on your way to work? That piqued your curiosity even more. How could this surprise not interfere with your schedule?!

And why would he need to know when you arrived at the airport? Why would he not want you to go anywhere until you heard back from him?

Once you were only about five minutes from the airport, you finally admitted to yourself that you had no earthly clue what this surprise could be. You finally gave up.

The next five minutes were the tensest minutes you could recall in your recent history, and when, at long last, you texted Yunhyeong that you were here, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

He replied less than a minute later, while you still had his conversation open.

Come to Gate B16 and don't you dare look up to see which flight it is.

...Okay, things weren't any clearer.

Why was he telling you to come to a different gate? You'd been assigned to flight 9787 to Chicago, gate A9.

He wanted you to just... not get on that plane? Get on another plane?

You shook your head slightly and clicked on the button to call him rather than reply to him in a text.

"Just do it!" he chuckled as soon as he picked up.

"What is going on?!" you whined, your eyebrows knit together in distress.

"Y/N," Yunhyeong said confidently. "Just trust me. Gate B16. Come straight here."

He hung up before you could point out that he had said 'Come straight here' and not 'Go straight there' which implied that he was currently at gate B16.

...Interesting.

Well, there was nothing much more you could do, was there? After sliding your phone into your bag and letting out a deep, relenting sigh, you took hold of your suitcase handle and headed to the tram for concourse B.

In reality, it took less than ten minutes for you to wait for the tram, board the tram, ride the tram to concourse B, exit the tram, and walk down to gate B16.

But it absolutely did not feel like less than ten minutes! It felt more like ten hours, and your stomach was in anxious knots the entire time.

You walked down the concourse as quickly as you could without actually jogging, your eyes glued to the gate signs as you passed by.

B11... B12... B13... B14...

Looking up ahead, past gate B15, you squinted slightly to try and make out what was listed underneath B16, on the flight information screen.

And when you were able to read it clearly enough... you stopped in your tracks.

Because it said --

"Y/N!" Yunhyeong cheered, suddenly appearing in front of you and taking your suitcase. He also took your elbow gently and led you closer to the gate. "Don't worry, I got your schedule changed and everything worked out. I really wanted to tell you to pack more, but that would've given it away. But there will be plenty of opportunities to shop where we're going!"

"Paris?!" you wheezed, eyes wide as you stumbled along toward the boarding area. If Yunhyeong didn't have a grip on your elbow, you weren't sure you'd be able to move.

Yunhyeong squeezed your elbow a bit, and when you blearily glanced at him, you saw his lips pursed in the most adorable of smug grins.

"I knew that's been on the top of your list for a whole year, so I wanted to make it happen for you," he said.

And, honestly, you had no idea how to respond to that. For maybe the first time in your entire life, you were actually -- quite literally -- speechless.

It wasn't until you'd walked with Yunhyeong through the waiting area, down the connecting ramp, and into the plane that words finally came to you.

"...I --"

Okay, well, one word. And it was barely even a word.

"Are you okay?" Yunhyeong chuckled, finally releasing your arm so he could stow your suitcase up in the very last overhead compartment.

A deep exhale poured through your lips before you replied, "Yes, I just -- I don't know what to -- How? And -- and -- and why? Paris? How?"

"It was fairly easy, actually," he assured you as he hefted your bag up over his head. "I spoke with Liah about it two months ago and she went along with my Top Secret Plan."

So... your supervisor had known about this for two months?! And had put the Chicago flight on your schedule fully aware that you would actually be going to Paris?!

Now you really had to hear his answer for your second question.

"But why?" you asked, the fact that you were utterly dumbfounded still very apparent in your voice.

Yunhyeong closed the overhead compartment and stood up straight, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders.

Of course, your stomach flipped over, and when he smiled at you it flipped over two more times.

"Because you're my friend!" he told you with a soft laugh, a laugh that clearly stated this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, but -- but -- Paris! I thought you would make my favorite noodles and pack them in a lunch for me!" And, really, the only reason you thought that was because he'd done it before!

But this was on a whole other level!

Yunhyeong just laughed again, shaking his head slightly as he squeezed your shoulders. "Y/N, you are a flight attendant. You will go to Paris again, more than once."

"Well, yeah, when you put it like that it doesn't sound like a big deal," you sputtered.

"No, no, no, no," he tutted. "It is a big deal, but only because you've wanted to go and now you finally are. And I will take you everywhere, to all of the good places, I promise."

If you continued to be all flabbergasted about this, you would probably just feel silly. Plus, you were fairly certain passengers would start boarding within the next half hour, so you had to get started on your pre-flight duties.

So, you simply let out another sigh, briefly reached up to cover Yunhyeong's hands with yours, and said, "All right, let's do this. Thank you. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am, this is the best present ever."

Yunhyeong's lips spread into a full-on grin, and somehow, you had forgotten just how cute he is when he smiles.

Then, he let go of your shoulders, turned around, and headed back to help unload all of the meals for the flight. When you turned around, you saw three more flight attendants enter the aircraft, so...

It was time to go to Paris, I guess!

Part 5

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